Fifty Shades of BLACK SILK

BLACK SILK: Part 17

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"Kimberly wants to see you in her office again," a voice said too quickly before I could make out who.

Why doesn't she just buzz me in by phone? Kimberly, our EIC (editor-in-chief) as you know, has always favoured human interaction as opposed to digital. She reckons it boosts company moral and I never knew the difference. I always thought she was bothering people only to send me a message of 'come into the office'. Not that I'm complaining, but I always wonder if people hate to be called to do that and detest me for it since she calls me in so often. Especially now since I'm handling this extensive profile on none other than Christian Grey.

"How are things going with the profile on Christian Grey," she asked.

I half-smiled and nodded. "Fine."

Kimberly paused and waited for me to continue, her smile frozen. "And....?"

I shrugged and leaned back into my chair. "And it's hard."

Kimberly snickered. "No pun intended, I hope."

I winced. The lack of professionalism was reeking off of the one head honcho I had admired my whole entire life. Kimberly has always been known as this power house editor. The fact that Christian Grey could turn her into mush baffles me. It annoyed me actually. He isn't that great. There's nothing great about Christian Grey; it frustrated me that everyone thought he was Adonis!

"No pun intended," I shook my head. I could feel my brows furrowed and tense. I was biting my lips down to its new baby smooth surface and I could think of nothing else but time lost and where is my Carmex.

"Well, for the charity event tonight," Kimberly diverted the conversation, "what outfit do you have picked out? I want this to be a classy, elegant, and fun event but you're also representing Vanity Fair. Don't worry, I'm asking all the men and women who are going. Not just you," she laughed.

I delved into what I was wearing before Kimberly took the reins and began explaining what was going to be expected of that night. I already knew enough so my mind drifted away and into the hands of Christian Grey. He picked me because I was like the girls he liked, it wasn't because he liked me. I wanted to believe that he wanted me, but all this time I had something holding me back, and now I know why. It pulled me under, that's for sure. Kimberly's words muffled out of focus and I nodded robotically whenever I heard a dip or raise in her tone.

For the rest of the day I was on autopilot, thinking of nothing but work until whatever reverie pulled me back into thinking about Christian Grey; the one and only. I hated that I fell for his bullshit. It was embarrassing really. I wasn't special to him, so he can't be special to me. In fact, he was special to everyone else so much so that even Kimberly was drooling and tripping over her feet. He had that way about him and everyone loved it. In fact, everyone revelled in it. Christian Grey was at the centre of the universe and we revolved around him. The worst part about it was that it was done so willingly. We—all of us—are blinded by the stark, devilish, Christian Grey. A man with a volatile mood and moved smooth like honey, cascading over the world with his brilliance in every sense of the word.

As I thought about him, I was ashamed to admit that I, too, admired him.